Un-multi-tasking

Retreat but not in defeat


Tuesday night I felt like crawling under my sheets and hiding. Felt drained. Tired. Mentally spent. Called my mom and cried. Burst into tears upon seeing Barley. Got a long hug from my husband.
And then I went into my sewing room to see if I could work on an idea I have been toying with. Still want to figure out a way to get fluid lines. It’s so hard to do. So I spent a half hour doodling- pen on paper- and then studied those drawings to see why they were loose. And then cut out this study- black circles on white.
This will be extraordinarily hard to sew- so tonight I am going to experiement on ways to piece this together.
Glad I did not retreat to the bedroom- instead retreated to the inside of my head.